Infinitely many mathematicians walk into a bar. The first says, 'I'll have a beer.' The second says, 'I'll have half a beer.' The third says, 'I'll have a quarter of a beer.' The barman pulls out just two beers. The mathematicians all say, 'That's all you're giving us? How drunk do you expect us to get on that?' The barmanr says, 'Come on lads. Know your limits.'
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‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson